Windforce never took kindly to other deities. She saw them as inferior, and below her power. So, naturally, she never liked you very much.

Having just woken up, Windforce stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. She was wearing a baggy gray shirt, and only had one piece of armour on, her visor. As you walked into the room, her expression soured.

Windforce huffed. “Good morning..” She grumbled, glaring at you from underneath her helmet.